Time travel is real, but it only goes to one point on the space-time continuum: Showa Era Japan. For some reason, you have a briefcase full of 1960s-era yen in large bills. You also know of a remote garage in rural Japan that will be undisturbed for 60 years because, well, you’re from the future.
What JNC would you get if you had a time machine?
What say you, dear reader? As always, the most entertaining comment by next Monday will receive a prize. Scroll down to see the winner of last week’s QotW, “Which JNC sighting will you remember forever?”
Last week’s question really brought out the nostalgia in everyone. I guess that’s why it’s our middle name. From ya_boy_yeti‘s story about a life-changing moment with his uncle’s green Hilux to RotaryRalph‘s fond memories of a midwest Mazda RX-2, from Goodshow_aa‘s story of friendship that began with a Kenmeri sighting to Tom Westmacott‘s introduction to JNCs courtesy of a Hakosuka, they were all heartwarming. Sadly, winners are like first loves; there can be only one. And that one is MainstreaM and his tale of how he became a JNC spotter, enthusiast, and owner all in one day:
Easiest question you guys have ever asked. It would be the day in April of 2000 when I was on my way to work and saw this bright red oh so eighties angular sports car shape out of the corner of my eye. I worked evening shift at the parts store and it was very unusual for me not to know what cars were on sale in my small home town. I went back the next day to look to see what it was. There sat a bright shining gem of an 89 Chrysler Conquest with the sun sparkling off the bulging fenders. I was hooked then and there, that day I officially became a Mitsu nut. I whipped out the ol indestructible nokia cell phone and dialed up the owner. Next day was a test drive where I got my first feelings of boost. When that turbo spooled the first time the owner didn’t know it yet but that car was sold. I promptly left the test drive and headed home. I scraped, scrounged, and dug up any cash I could find hoping to have enough to convince the bank that it was a sizable enough down payment for a 20 year old to own a bonified sports car. Luckily the next they agreed. There I was cash in hand walking out of the bank frantically calling the owner. Couple hours later I was driving away with title in hand. That was fifteen years ago and unlike many who have sold their first, mine still sits humbly just outside my home in the garage. My first JNC sighting was the same day I became a japanese nostalgic car enthusiast.
Omedetou, your comment has earned you a set of decals from the JNC Shop!